Chapter 83: Chapter83-Instantly Slaughtering the Small Fry, Heading Straight for the Ghoul BOSS

John and his group stepped into Mist Forest.

The moment they entered, they saw countless eerie figures faintly emerging within the mist.

The human coalition had laid down many traps throughout the forest.

However, these strange figures completely ignored the damage from the traps and advanced step by step toward the outside of the forest.

Among them were ghosts, Ghouls, and humanoid monsters formed entirely from mist.

Raspy, guttural sounds constantly came from their throats.

The mist churned with their movements.

At a glance, it looked as if an entire sea of fog was pressing down on them.

In an instant, they locked onto John’s group of five.

A ghost let out a piercing shriek.

The next second, the creatures within Mist Forest erupted into a frenzy.

Carrying vast clouds of mist with them, they surged forward like dark clouds blotting out the sky.

Alan and the others’ expressions changed drastically.

When had they ever seen such a terrifying scene?

Only John remained calm.

He said indifferently, "All of you, step back."

Seeing that John actually intended to face such an attack alone, Alan quickly tried to persuade him.

"Guild leader, you’re an assassin. Your HP is relatively fragile. Let me, the Paladin, tank this instead."

Before he could finish speaking, John’s figure suddenly flashed and appeared directly in front of those mist creatures.

The ghosts roared.

The Ghouls clawed.

The mist creatures released poison.

In an instant, attacks rained down on John from every direction.

Alan and the others were so nervous that their hearts nearly stopped.

They could hardly imagine how tragic the result would be once this heap of damage landed on John.

However, the next scene instantly made their eyes nearly pop out of their sockets.

[-1 Forced Damage!]

[-1 Forced Damage!]

[-1 Forced Damage!]

Large numbers of white forced-damage values rose from John’s body. His HP shifted back by the tiniest sliver, only to be instantly filled again by his terrifying recovery talent.

After one wave of attacks, not only had John suffered no real damage, but because of his damage-reflection talent, the more fragile creatures among them collapsed in droves like harvested leeks.

Countless throwing knives appeared in John’s hand.

He casually hurled them out.

Every knife struck precisely at the center of the Ghoul, mist creature, and ghost formations.

[-500,000!]

[-500,000!]

[-500,000!]

From the moment John attacked to the moment it ended, the army-like horde of monsters had been completely swept clean.

Notifications continuously rang beside John’s ears.

[You have killed Mist Ghoul Lv.50. EXP +5,000,000. Gold coins +50,000. Fame +50,000!]

[You have plundered A-grade talent: Life Restoration!]

[You have killed Mist Ghost Lv.50. EXP +5,000,000. Gold coins +50,000. Fame +50,000!]

[You have plundered A-grade talent: Ghostly Form!]

[You have killed Mistborn Lv.50. EXP +5,000,000. Gold coins +50,000. Fame +50,000!]

[You have plundered A-grade talent: Mist Clone!]

Just this one wave of kills instantly pushed their dungeon progress to 20%.

Moreover, Alan and the others also received 5% of the EXP and gold coin gains from this wave.

It could be said that they were basically lying down while picking up money and leveling up.

John turned around and looked at Alan and the others, who were already staring blankly in shock. He beckoned to them.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and follow."

Alan and the others swallowed and looked at one another.

Only now did they realize just how badly they had underestimated their guild leader’s combat power.

They had originally thought that since Boss John was Level 70, he would at most have a few tens of thousands more damage than them.

But now that they had seen him in action, it was clearly not just a matter of tens of thousands.

The difference was more than dozens of times greater!

And his Defense was even more terrifying than Alan’s, despite Alan being a Paladin.

Alan simply could not understand how an assassin like John had managed to obtain such a high Defense value.

"Could Boss John’s class be a dual class of assassin and warrior?"

As thoughts churned in his mind, John issued a new order.

"Based on the mission description, there should be four major races inside Mist Forest.

"We’ll take down the BOSS of the Ghoul race first!"

After witnessing John’s overwhelming strength, how could the others possibly dare to object? They obediently followed at once.

...

After advancing several kilometers, John did not make another move.

Whenever they encountered some small-fry monsters, he let Alan and the others handle them.

After they arrived at a certain area, the rotten stench in the air became noticeably thicker.

"This should be where the Ghoul race lives."

Alan’s footsteps became more cautious.

But when he turned his head, he saw that John looked as if he were taking a casual stroll. He walked forward freely, completely unconcerned about the noise he was making.

Alan broke out in cold sweat.

Was this the difference between a big shot and an ordinary player?

Naturally, John acted this way on purpose to draw out the Ghouls.

Sure enough, when he walked into a certain sunken area, the ground beneath him suddenly collapsed.

John’s figure instantly fell into the hollow below.

Alan and the others hurriedly jumped in after him, afraid that John would be surrounded.

The moment they entered, the rotten stench in the air nearly knocked them unconscious.

An additional status effect also appeared on their status bars.

[Corpse Poison Attack]: Lose 10 HP per second.

The priest, Evelyn, was just about to purify everyone when she heard John say calmly, "Don’t move."

Immediately afterward, a terrifying surge of dragon flame emerged.

John raised the Dragonflame Staff and directly illuminated the entire hollow.

Large amounts of corpse poison were burned into wisps of empty white mist.

The corpse poison debuff instantly vanished.

"You can do that?"

Evelyn and Lillian were both stunned.

One was a priest and the other was a mage, yet neither of them had ever seen anyone use a mage weapon to resolve a corpse poison debuff.

"Grrrhh!"

"Damn humans! They’re here again!"

"Hurry! Inform the king! We’ll turn this batch of humans into members of the Ghoul race!"

After the corpse poison was burned away, furious Ghoul roars immediately came from the darkness.

Under the illumination of the dragon flame, John’s group of five saw a large number of Ghouls appearing together.

John looked at the attribute panel of one of the Ghouls.

[Mist Ghoul] Lv.50

[HP]: 100,000 / 100,000

[Skills]: Corpse Poison Splash, Carrion Feeding, Life Drain...

...

To challengers like Alan and the others, these monsters’ attributes were already troublesome enough.

But to John, they did not interest him in the slightest.

His gaze landed deeper inside.

There, a massive Ghoul King was slowly walking toward them.

A trace of fighting spirit finally appeared in John’s eyes.

"I’ll leave these small fry to you. Once I kill the BOSS, I’ll come back."

The moment he finished speaking, he suddenly moved his staff.

Terrifying dragon flame instantly transformed into a fire dragon and roared forward.

Every Ghoul burned by it immediately suffered massive damage, collapsed to the ground, and turned into ash.

[-300,000!]

[-300,000!]

[-300,000!]

With a single burst of dragon flame, John actually carved a vacuum path straight through the Ghoul army.

That path led directly to the place where the Ghoul King stood.

John’s figure flashed and disappeared from Alan and the others’ sight.

The four of them watched as their guild leader vanished into the Ghoul army.

They opened their mouths, but in the end, they could only silently take out their weapons and prepare for battle.